I see how she fell her head down low,
For what she did is still waiting to be forgiven,
She walks on the sand as the wind is as cold as snow,
They look down upon her, as they bring him to her.
Like her wing was wounded,
She thought back to that day,
Every lonely day this secret is bounded from all.
Boundled up in her warmth, her body lay,
They glanced at her sorrow tear,
No one said a word of this lying being.
She saw the one person that understood her,
He walked away, she paused. Weeping.
How could he of brought this to her heart?
Every one close to her left her miserable,
She stood, walking to her forgivness, but broken apart.
They turned away, how could they forgive her?
For what scared them,
Will never be forgotten.
Their angered souls were crused.
Never looked at her again.
They pleaded for her to be out off their sight.
On her knees, beating the ground,
PLEASE!she cried.
No one cared what she had to say.
Just. Leave. Her.
Words piercing through her ears.
Leaving the moment. Still.
She realized she should of not listened to him.
Learning this was the biggest mistake in any lifetime.
Lesson taught to secure her heart.
Quietly the mind of this broken angel disappeared onto the world.
She gave God her life.
No one can look down on her anymore, they can look up and see her smiling now.
For what she did is still waiting to be forgiven.
